Joan of Arc, Ballads, Lyrics, and Minor PoemsG. Routledge and sons, 1870 - 469 էջ |
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... fell Heavy ; anon with tempest rage the storm Howl'd o'er the wood . Methought the heavy rain Fell with a grateful coolness on my head , And the hoarse dash of waters , and the rush Of winds that mingled with the forest roar , Made a ...
... fell Heavy ; anon with tempest rage the storm Howl'd o'er the wood . Methought the heavy rain Fell with a grateful coolness on my head , And the hoarse dash of waters , and the rush Of winds that mingled with the forest roar , Made a ...
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... Fell full ; it shiver'd , and the Frenchman held A pointless truncheon . Where the Bastard fought , The spear of Poynings , through his plated mail Pierced , and against the iron fence beneath , Blunted its point . Again he speeds the ...
... Fell full ; it shiver'd , and the Frenchman held A pointless truncheon . Where the Bastard fought , The spear of Poynings , through his plated mail Pierced , and against the iron fence beneath , Blunted its point . Again he speeds the ...
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... fell . On high she lifts Her hallowed sword , the tenant of the tomb , And drench'd it in his bosom . On the front Of one , his comrade , fell the battle - axe Of him , the dark - brow'd chief ; the ponderous blow Shattered his brain ...
... fell . On high she lifts Her hallowed sword , the tenant of the tomb , And drench'd it in his bosom . On the front Of one , his comrade , fell the battle - axe Of him , the dark - brow'd chief ; the ponderous blow Shattered his brain ...
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JOAN OF ARC | 1 |
EARLY POEMS | 141 |
TO A FRIEND IN THE COUNTRY | 238 |
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amid arbalist arms bade BATTLE OF BLENHEIM Beelzebub behold beneath bishop bless blest blood breast Charlemagne cheek cheerful chief child Chinon church cold Conrade cried dark dead death deep delight dreadful Dunois EDMUND EVANS English exclaim'd fair falchion father Fcap fear feel fell fled France gaze grave grew hand happiness HARRISON WEIR hath hear heard heart heaven HENRY THE HERMIT holy host hour Joan of Arc king live look'd Lord loud Maid Maiden midnight morning never night o'er Odin Orleans pale pass'd peace plain poor prayer replied rest ROBERT SOUTHEY round Sir JOHN GILBERT smile song soon sorrow soul sound Southey spake stood STRANGER stream strong sword tell tempest thee thine thought throng toil towers traveller troops Twas voice walls warrior waves whilst wife wild wind woman wretched young youth